Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I reach into her shirt, kneading the flesh of her plump tits as her breaths grow short and quick. She clutches my shoulders with her hands and bites down harder. I feel my skin break but ignore the pain. I’ve gone through worse for far worse reasons, and I’d go to hell and back for Belle. The wetness dripping from her cunt coats my fingers, electrifying me as if the voice of Satan himself was urging me to take her right here and fuck her raw in front of everybody.
“I–I’m coming, Conrad,” Belle moans, moving up and planting kisses all over my neck as a shake crashes through her body and she grips me tightly as if holding on for dear life. I slip a finger down and press it inside her just to feel her little fuck hole contracting in rhythm with the little moans dripping from her mouth. Her hot breath against my ear is like the hand of pure beauty and kindness, filling me with possessive thoughts and selfish greed.
She starts to come down, and like a man possessed, I slip my hand from her pants and plunge my fingers directly into my mouth, sucking her slick from my skin like it’s the sweetest nectar in the universe. Belle’s eyes go wide as she pants, clutching my shirt, still writhing from the aftershocks that have her body quivering.
“Your pussy is so much better than my snow cone, angel.” We’ve risen past the peak of the Ferris wheel now and are on our way down. Still, I take her hand and move it to my bulge, squeezing her fingers around my terrible excitement. “See what happens when I’m around you? I’m always hard. And it’s all your fault.”
“Fitch would never say things like this to me,” she whispers nervously. Just hearing his name causes my insides to burn. “He’d never…lick his fingers like that either.”
So much for teaching Belle what her future husband will want from her. I can’t keep up the act any longer. I need to make my move. I need to finally tell her everything. Lay all my cards on the table and see how she reacts. She’ll forgive me for lying, the stalking, the bomb threat, right? Of course she will.
Won’t she?
I don’t know if I will be able to survive if she doesn’t.
“No, angel.” I shake my head at her. “Fitch wouldn’t. But I would. What does that mean to you?”
She blinks back at me, her mind spinning. We’ve nearly reached the pier now and are about to be unloaded. If only we could keep this ride up forever–just me and her.
“It means…you really like me?” she finally asks. God, she’s so sweet.
The ride stops, and the operator opens our door to let us out. We step off together, and I take her hand in mine.
“Like you, Belle? That’s one way of putting it. Another way would be that I’m infatuated. Smitten. Enamored.” I fix my eyes on hers, noting the light layer of perspiration on her rosy cheeks, the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “Should I go through the thesaurus for all the other words defining my level of obsession with you, angel?”
I’m treading on thin ice speaking to Belle like this. It’s dangerous. One false step and I’ll expose myself as her stalker. But I have to tell her. She needs to know if we’re going to move forward.
“No. I think I understand…Daddy.” She purrs, ducking beneath my arm, nuzzling close like we’re the happiest couple. As we walk down the pier, even surrounded by all these people, my desire is still raging for her. Belle must be mine forever. Always.
Oh, sweet thing. You have no idea.
“I wish you did,” I admit. “But even before the bomb threat, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Thinking of you alone at your house, away from my protection, resting your head on your cute little pink pillowcases–it made me feel inadequate. Like I was slacking in my ability to protect you. But if I have you with me twenty-four-seven, that will never be a problem.”
Everything tenses as I realize I’ve just slipped up. Pink pillowcases. I was so caught up in articulating my fantasy about her that I said something I shouldn’t have. But it doesn’t seem like Belle has caught on as she looks over my shoulder and points with glee.
“Oh, they have one of those punch machines, Conrad!” she squeals, hopping forward and pulling me along with her. “You should try it! I’m sure you could break the record!”
I chuckle as I let go of her hand and begin to loosen up my shoulder. “You think so?”
“I know so.” Her smile is infectious.
I pull her close, acutely concerned that I may have just blown my cover, panicked that I’ll be losing her soon. My pulse is throbbing. My body is burning for her. I’m sweating like I just fucked her hard for hours, and as I lean in and press my forehead to hers, the feelings only intensify.